Everything old is new again
Coming back into favor as the past fades away
Hearing the ripples of history
Of course most of the time this falls on deaf ears
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A quiet seemed to flow through the open windows, flooding the house in a tide of silence. The lack of sound deafened me and I wanted to scream, but as I opened my mouth the silence poured in, threatening to drown me. I made my way upstairs, trying to climb out of the quiet, but it swirled up with me. I closed the door to my bedroom and turned on the TV, but was met with a picture with closed captioning. The silence was already there, mocking me. It was daring me to try to make a sound. It was daring me to invite sound over. The silence screamed that if a sound came in that it would kick its backside back to where sound came from. I then knew that I had no chance to hear anything again. I started to cry, sobbing silently, watching as the tears fell wordlessly to the floor, never to be heard again.
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
Author and poet
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
Story world
SkEtChEs of my everyday life through tiny words, artworks, quotes, clips, and snapshots--- capturing a moment in time.
Never Short On Words 